Perfectionism is a sneaky little bastard. It gets into all the places of our lives, and we get so used to having it there that we become blind to it and take it as our normal.
I’m fascinated by how deeply I’m in my comfort zone. I convinced myself that by moving to another country and making some other decisions only few can, I was living outside of my comfort zone. Yes, they were pretty scary at the time, but I can’t hold on to that one period of my life and use it to justify months of staying comfy and conforming to society’s ways.